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Thou dost defend the weak from them
that are both stout and strong
And rid the poor from wicked men,
that spoil and do them wrong
My cruel foes against me rise,
to witness things untrue;
And to accuse me they devise
of things I never knew
Where I to them did show good will,
they quit me with disdain;
That they should pay my good with ill,
my soul doth sore complain
When they were sick I mourned therefore,
myself in sackcloth clad,
With fasting I did faint full sore,
and prayed with heart most sad
As they had been my brethren dear,
I did myself behave
As one that mourneth heavily
about his mother's grave
But they in my adversity
did gather in a rout;
Yea, abject slaves reproachfully
at me did mock and flout.
The belly-gods and flatt'ring train,
that all good things deride,
At me did grin with great disdain,
turning their mouths aside
Lord, when wilt thou for me appear?
Why dost thou stay and pause/
O rid my soul, my darling dear,
out of these lions' claws
And when will I give thanks to thee
before the church always;
And where most of the people be,
there will I show thy praise
Nor let my foes prevail on me,
which hate me for no fault;
Neither let them wink with their eyes,
that causeless me assault
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 35:11-20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 35 |
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